Avertings

If I was sometime hidden
under electric lights
turning my need into breath; heartbeat

And if I was enchanted
by incomplete forms
trying to watch the stars with no telescopes

And if I looked for
And if I got lost

Now I’m here
to show you the non-existent path

It’s only that you’ve been used to my silence

Small nights

I look at you
There are no words

I have to avert my gaze from you
in order to be -perhaps- capable of speaking
(Isn’t that what you’ve always waited for?)
To avert myself

Small nights call on me
to dry them
sipping blood off their fingertips

I keep sleeplessly dreaming
I touch your absence

Loneliness makes poets out of us

Just

There exist no hidden things

They just exist

Waiting for you to see them

Schoolgirls

The best time to ride the city bus
is around eleven pm
weekdays
downtown to uptown
when
girls
fifteen to eighteen years old
return home from prep school
neither innocent enough
neither guilty enough
to smile at you.

While windows reflect beauty
and air fills
with sweet voices and soft perfumes
you think
all that
will be yours never again
or just never.

And you have this half crazy desire
to caress their hair
put their head on your shoulder
whisper to them
that nothing has yet ended
that nothing has yet started
that it’s still too early.

Guilt
may wait.

Things

There are things I’ve said
and things
I haven’t.

Things I should have said
and things
I shouldn’t.

The problem
is the lack of respectiveness.

Savoir-faire

It’s a great skill to know how to deal blows
but it’s even greater to know how to take them.
Life is large
and buys time in the most improbable hideouts.

Imagine the worst-case scenario
and when it has been realized
be sure
that you will be able to imagine an even worse one.

Have a big soul.
The bigger you can.

Construct inside your head an elaborate network
comprising the needs, the desires, the wishes
of the people that surround you.
No matter if they don’t explicitly regard you.
Everything is relevant. Or, it may become so.